Her name’s Samantha. Sam for short. And she’s classier than any other Sam I know.’ Tom’s fists were clenching, his knuckles alternating betwee... white and a reddish purple. ‘Touché,’ admitted Sam, the leer abandoning his mouth but not his eyes. ‘Forget I mentioned her – sorry about that.’ His friend slowly unclenched his fists, stretching his fingers as if to re-engage the blood flow. ‘But I still don’t believe your imaginary executive suite pal’s story,’ continued Sam. Tom reluctantly. I then heard a voice from my behind saying Hi. I turned back to find out that was my neighbour calling. I went back and started talking to her. The rain was pouring very heavily and it was not going to stop any time sooner. I told .my neighbour that i would drop her. We started going to our apartment on my bike in the rain. We were completely drenched by the time we reached.We ran to our flats to change as it was getting very cold. I changed into my shorts and then there was this banging sound. I love your beautifully aggressive car but there isn’t room for three.”“You could take it and I could ride my bike if it came to that. Or, if we can’t find one here that you like, we could rent one. But I know the make and model and you said three years old or so? Any specific options you want?”“No. They come pretty loaded. If you like it, I’ll like it.” She thought for a minute. “Unless it’s orange. Do not bring me an orange car.”“No?”“I am not going to drive around the Lowcountry having. And it wasn't Justin that reported you, it was me. Which you would have known if you'd looked at the report. Justin didn't sign it, I did."Jenna felt the heat of his glare and glared right back. But there was something in his eyes, something black and cold. It sent a shiver through her that just down right irritated her. It also unnerved her a little, because he was looking at her as if he knew a secret. As if he knew the secret of her soul.Ethan spoke up, staring over at the still figure on.